The Anak closest to them had a trickle of sweat running through his helm and down his forehead when a suffocating pressure seized his body, he felt as if he was facing a tsunami as an ant.
"This, this is not merely enough to scare me!" He shouted and ripped a cluster of hair from his forehead, creating another seven Anaks, and then the others all tore out their hair making even more, within mere seconds, Minto and his companions were facing over fifty dopplegangers.
"That, is an amazing skill." Miriá stood right after the sirens stopped. "Do you wish to corner us?" She stepped forward unsheathing her sword as more guards and their dopplegangers filled the steps behind the Anaks seeing them confront a group of strangers right after a dragon passed over.
"We will go ahead an find the isle
